Suffering Stockholm Syndrome

...I was not captive:
Physically, you took away
My innocence my pride
My life...
Mentally,
I suffer Stockholm Syndrome
I love you, right?
You are the one who cares
And I will protect you
I will hide our dirty little game
For you are my master
And I am your slave.
I will stand by you;
Shield you from the horror
Because I'm attached to you,
I'll Suffer for you
I need you...
Cause you are all I've ever known